"Everything passes, not only happiness but sadness too"

Open letter

December 3, 2012

I have always wanted to live in hotels because I am the queen “lover of things”. Waking up to tables filled with breakfast goodies and rolling around in clean white sheets. The cheery good mornings and “some more tea?” followed by late lunches on table set Islands. That fast enviable wifi that I use so greedily as if it would be lost if I were to shut my laptop even for a minute. Oh what a life!

Without further ado, I am ready to go home. I know, I know…the irony! What can I say? I miss my home. I miss the loud noise at the dinner table (we are only four people but we manage to sound like thirteen people and a hen.) I miss watching television with one of us or all acting as the commentator. I miss curling up in my bed watching repeated episodes of friends, that Julissa and Adrienne reality show which by the way I think is extremely unpleasant and the rib cracking Will and Grace. How I miss you Karen!

I am grateful to God that He has given me these hotel days to change my mind on that whole highlife lifestyle. As of tonight, I do want to live in a house, one that will become a home filled with warmth, love and guaranteed good times. Sorry to my high maintenance side but I think we have grown up a bit. Now that I have found new appreciation for homes, I am going to do some house hunting for when the monies come rushing in. I mean, if I have to get a house it must at least look like a hotel.